Two little boys had two little toys

Each had a wooden horse.

Joyfully they played each summer’s day

Soldiers (士兵) both, of course.

Then Jack broke off his horse’s head,

Sad for his toy, then cried with joy

As his young friend Joe said:

Did you think I would leave you crying

When there’s room on my horse for two?

Climb up here, Jack, and don’t be crying

I can go just as fast with two

When we grow up we’ll both be soldiers

And our horses will not be toys

And I wonder if we’l remember

When we were two little boys.

Long years past, war came so ___28___

Bravely they marched away.

Guns roared loud and in the mad crowd

Wounded and dying lie

Up goes a shout, a horse rushes out

Out from the crowd, to where Joe lay

Then came a voice he knew:

Did you think I would leave you dying

When there’s room on my horse for two?

Climb up here, Joe, we’ll soon be flying

I can go just as fast with two.

Now we are both real soldiers

And our horses are not toys

And I remember

When we were two little boys.